Fallen Angels

In this road of dark corner ditch, fluffy white tail and ears quite orange. You mask yourself in tons of delight, bringing joy, breathing light. With the good comes the hard, the dark and the far. You try your best to be so good that your young intentions can no longer hide what’s under the hood. Stepped up the game and focused on the past, made aware of the truth so trauma wouldn’t lose.

I cant be your savior even though I was. I can’t be your one and only even though I looked for one. Every time you took time apart, all I wanted to do is hold on tighter rather than sleep it off. I wanted so much love that I would do anything for it, settle for peace or maybe even beg for it. That wasn’t right and life isn’t fair, these painful traumas no one should bare.

Paths that change and becomes a new, friends that’s new will soon be drifted into the igloo. The work you’ve done has not gone to waste, because you’ve made friends along the way. New journeys end that is for the best, moving on up because being an adult, is about finding your next bliss.

A bliss of chaos that brings on destruction, outer peace to mirror its deflection. You hid away the truth to protect the dangers from you, like falling skies the blood of Christ escapes from you too. Hold it together, birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings that kills the crows in the dark weather.

You had the answers, spreading like cancer, until you became consumed, with the greed of joy and forgotten laughter. You aimed for positivity and kindness and got just that, now you’re poor with anxiety, struggling to make it back. Don’t ask for help because you’ll just get advice. Words you’ve heard before, like in the projects, ordering pork fried rice.

Fallen angels that’s been accepted to space, slowly corrupt themselves, like an Instagram hack, that came from a parallel race. Made its mark, planted the seed, like the Digimon emperor, brainwashed with a heart belonging to nobody.

Day after day we go through a routine, with hopes in the background, we make more money. Not too focused but hopeful at best, until emergencies happen, then you feel hopeless. Little by little it starts to deplete, next thing you know, you’re out begging for money. Only fans and Patreon are there to save your life, take you out of hot water. In some cases, become your new life.

A fight to the finish you think you’ve lost all hope, lost your wings, can no longer cope. People leave because they need some space, growing faster than you, in this societal rat race. Left to your devices unable to think, figuring out ways to eat something or someway to sleep.

Toxic folk that’s all around, which you have to figure out who is what, so you don’t become the clown. Friends and family are the tough ones to date, when they become codependent or you do, straight to their face. Being aware is the first part of the clue, discovering that you, can have boundaries before you leave them, for you.

Fallen angels are not fallen for long, wings off or not that strong. We light the fire, build the quirk, discover a new reality, from the dark ends of Turk. The good times that we miss or thought to separate, is now the hope we bring, to move forward and emancipate.

The Journey is long, difficult and irate, most of the time we believe, it will all be okay. Melancholy for some but joyous for the many, never fell before, because your wings are strong and petty. You may have found your way and have your struggle, but fallen angels are not chosen, or born muggles.

A rip in time, a change in dichotomy, outside factors, or a self choice, in hypocrisy. Grow your wings, even as hard as it may, never give up on hope, for us fallen angels are never broke. Choose to live, relearn to fly, once you know the power that you possess, the rest is just you living your best.